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Do Faiello Word Count: 4850 Contrapasso In the middle of my life, at the age of forty-four, I found myself on a plane, sandwiched between two DoS* Marshals. I was being extradited from Costa Rica to face charges in New York. The rain forest and live volcanoes gave way to concrete laced with razor wire. After languishing on Rikers Island for a year and a half awaiting trial, I pled guilty to first degree assault. Sentenced to twenty years, I was grateful to leave Rikers. Twenty years of incarc...

D. Faiello Cayuga CF Trump Elsail Dreaming of the Jorld hevond the concrete walls that J encircle Attica, I often fantasized about once again being an American citizen: voting; snlisting support for social ua7‘ justice issues like gender eq .ity, and civil rights. Watch- ing CNN on an eight inch TV during the Democratic National Convention, I teared as I listened to Mothers of Black Lives Matter who lost children. Iheir unarmed sons and daughters were shot by police during traffic stops. I ha...